"rets" poems
SWEET daughter of a rough and stormy fire,
**** Winter's blooming child ; delightful Spring !
Whose unshorn locks with leaves
And swelling buds are crowned ;
From the green islands of eternal youth,
(Crown'd with fresh blooms, and ever springing shade,)
Turn, hither turn thy step,
O thou, whose powerful voice
More sweet than softest touch of Doric reed,
Or Lydian flute, can sooth the madding winds,
And thro' the stormy deep
Breathe thy own tender calm.
Thee, best belov'd ! the ****** train await
With songs and festal rites, and joy to rove
Thy blooming wilds among,
And vales and dewy lawns,
With untir'd feet ; and cull thy earliest sweets
To weave fresh garlands for the glowing brow
Of him, the favour'd youth
That prompts their whisper'd sigh.
Unlock thy copious stores ; those tender showers
That drop their sweetness on the infant buds,
And silent dews that swell
The milky ear's green stem.
And feed the slowering osier's early shoots ;
And call those winds which thro' the whispering boughs
With warm and pleasant breath
Salute the blowing flowers.
Now let me sit beneath the whitening thorn,
And mark thy spreading tints steal o'er the dale ;
And watch with patient eye
Thy fair unfolding charms.
O nymph approach ! while yet the temperate sun
With bashful forehead, thro' the cool moist air
Throws his young maiden beams,
And with chaste kisses woes
The earth's fair ***** ; while the streaming veil
Of lucid clouds with kind and frequent shade
Protect thy modest blooms
From his severer blaze.
Sweet is thy reign, but short ; The red dog-star
Shall scorch thy tresses, and the mower's scythe
Thy greens, thy flow'rets all,
Remorseless shall destroy.
Reluctant shall I bid thee then farewel ;
For O, not all the Autumn's lap contains,
Nor Summer's ruddiest fruits,
Can aught for thee atone
Fair Spring ! whose simplest promise more delights
Than all their largest wealth, and thro' the heart
Each joy and new-born hope
With softest influence breathes.
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I.
Adieu, New-England’s smiling meads,
Adieu, the flow’ry plain:
I leave thine op’ning charms, O spring,
And tempt the roaring main.
II.
In vain for me the flow’rets rise,
And boast their gaudy pride,
While here beneath the northern skies
I mourn for health deny’d.
III.
Celestial maid of rosy hue,
O let me feel thy reign!
I languish till thy face I view,
Thy vanish’d joys regain.
IV.
Susanna mourns, nor can I bear
To see the crystal show’r,
Or mark the tender falling tear
At sad departure’s hour;
V.
Not unregarding can I see
Her soul with grief opprest:
But let no sighs, no groans for me,
Steal from her pensive breast.
VI.
In vain the feather’d warblers sing,
In vain the garden blooms,
And on the ***** of the spring
Breathes out her sweet perfumes.
VII.
While for Britannia’s distant shore
We sweep the liquid plain,
And with astonish’d eyes explore
The wide-extended main.
VIII.
Lo! Health appears! celestial dame!
Complacent and serene,
With Hebe’s mantle o’er her Frame,
With soul-delighting mein.
IX.
To mark the vale where London lies
With misty vapours crown’d,
Which cloud Aurora’s thousand dyes,
And veil her charms around.
X.
Why, Phoebus, moves thy car so slow?
So slow thy rising ray?
Give us the famous town to view,
Thou glorious king of day!
XI.
For thee, Britannia, I resign
New-England’s smiling fields;
To view again her charms divine,
What joy the prospect yields!
XII.
But thou! Temptation hence away,
With all thy fatal train,
Nor once ****** my soul away,
By thine enchanting strain.
XIII.
Thrice happy they, whose heav’nly shield
Secures their souls from harms,
And fell Temptation on the field
Of all its pow’r disarms!
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Je pense à vous voir tant d'attraits,
Qu'Amour vous a formée exprès
Pour faire que sa fête on chôme,
Car vous en avez une somme
Bien dangereuse à voir de près.
Vous êtes belle plus que très,
Et vous avez le teint si frais,
Qu'il n'est rien d'égal (au moins comme
Je pense) à vous.
Vos yeux, par des ressorts secrets,
Tenaient mille cœurs dans vos rets ;
Qui s'en défend est habile homme :
Pour moi qu'un si beau feu consomme,
Nuit et jour percé de vos traits
Je pense à vous.
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Dans le serein de sa jumelle flamme
Je vis Amour, qui son arc débandait,
Et sur mon cœur le brandon épandait,
Qui des plus froids les moelles enflamme.
Puis çà puis là près les yeux de ma dame
Entre cent fleurs un rets d'or me tendait,
Qui tout crépu blondement descendait
A flots ondés pour enlacer mon âme.
Qu'eussé-je fait ? l'Archer était si doux,
Si doux son feu, si doux l'or de ses nœuds,
Qu'en leurs filets encore je m'oublie :
Mais cet oubli ne me tourmente point,
Tant doucement le doux Archer me point,
Le feu me brûle, et l'or crêpe me lie.
732
Every sunset narrates a story
About the day that passed by beautifully or had some worry
As the sun decides to set
The sky above just rets
To look like beautiful pallete with a mix of all hues
A little bit of pink, white, orange, yellow and blue.
The radiant beauty which cannot be looked upon at noon
Soothes your eyes now just like a festoon
The dim golden light drives all the species to their nest
Making them a little tired and urging to take rest
So that they are ready for the next day,
To fulfill the duties that comes their way.
Always smile at this orange beauty when it is disappearing from the sky,
Coz it indicates that you my friend survived another day without a wry!!
~Taniya Mishra
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 11:32 AM UTC
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My love for you will
Never wither, never die and
Never splinter. Never fail nor
Ever lose, you'll always be the
One I choose. But could you
Ever say the same
That I'm the one
Who keeps you
Sane? Could you
Ever say these
Things? That
You wouldn't
Trade me for any
Thing? But you
With your sec
Rets so deep
And so dark,
There's a
Reason I
Use a
Q u e s -
- t i o n
M ar k
Dec 23, 2013
Dec 23, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC